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. . . The Hated Sunrise of Misery

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

Sublime, simplicity in our hearts bound by fragile words

Each orbit, passage of angel's droves, and ant's dim work

Everything silently changed--while we slept, breathing as one

Keeping heartbeat slow and dreading a sunrise low

The sky burned during our nights, our love drove blind the lights

Having a crumb, a crust, a ring to hold

Etches of promises bold and our hands of love's strand so old

Love crept through the sleepy fog and lay quietly on lifeless body

Over a time and time of past "we" met, we loved, we fused

Running a silent pace and his love for me was as coveted lace

Darkness in ages time, angels singing and crying with rhymes

Final words, empty words, death are same to me

I will cast myself down and shun any less ecstasy

Riding quiet drops of painful woe

Singing a broken spirit's glow

'Til his ghostly figure back to sight fades and fades in his own night


© 2016 Kenneth Avery